Sand House & Bones...(19) I PUT my twig to my lips Seasoning this - TopicsExpress



          

Sand House & Bones...(19) I PUT my twig to my lips Seasoning this twilight dinner With a few smacks of delight Famished with waiting The waves slide to table Bringing along a host of mermaids Fish tails & scales, fins & fingerlings Breath upon rhythm, the waves bow Before the infant chef All muscles & tendons The waves bow to Pope Pen Kissing our sandhouse Kissing our naked feet Spice has cut short my morning prayers Stolen the taste of the seaside feast Spice has stolen the glorious taste Of all my innocence
Posted on: Thu, 08 Aug 2013 01:11:20 +0000

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